Sunday, April 24, 2011

Me: WTH? What do you mean? There aren’t any names on the Boston poster.

Sam: I’ll show you.

Me: You liar.

Damn if he wasn’t right.

See, many people had told me to pick up a poster from the Adidas booth at the Boston Marathon expo. I took five because they were free and I’m greedy. There is one hanging in my office and Sam has one in his room. I’ll put one the bathroom for good measure.

But, little known secret – the background of the poster has every runner’s name listed, so small that seriously only someone less than 15 years old could read the names. They are in alphabetical order. All 27,000. Sam found mine:

How did I not know this? Did you all know this and I did not know this? Why didn’t you tell me? What else are you keeping from me?

If you need Sam to find your name, you have one of two options. Send him a round trip ticket to your town and he will come there with a Sharpie. Or, simply send your poster in the mail to:

Darn! I didn't pick up a poster!It would be a great challenge to try to find the names. Plus, if I was able to see my name, I'd brag about it! I'm doing everything possible to avoid the need for reading glasses.

I must admit that when I first saw the pic of the poster, I thought you meant that the silver-blanketed hat-wearer was YOU…lol… and that you had written you name on the foil blankie in big black letters!

You are funny...kids are awesome like that, aren't they? Their brains haven't been cluttered by dumb grown-up stuff, so they can pay attention to all the fun details of life. I just love that. (They also have an uncanny memory, which is hilarious when they can recite entire commercials in unison with each other, but not so hilarious when they remember a dirty joke they heard me tell or that I promised them I would pay them each 50 bucks if they all got honor roll.)